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you’ll ever have. I’m going to make sure you rot in prison for the rest of your life. You broke my son’s wrist!”
“It’s sprained,” I correct calmly, meeting his eyes without blinking. “If I’d wanted to break it, it would be in two pieces and sticking through the skin. I showed restraint.”
Sterling’s face turns an alarming shade of purple. “You hear that?continue reading …
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